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j1hunnit & cash kidd - talkin stupendous lyrics

[intro: j1hunnit]
(oh yeah, fatmike)
1hunnit
come on

[verse 1: j1hunnit]
when i put these ricks on, i feel like calvin, i can jump higher
a n+gga reached for my chain then met gunfire (blrrt)
catch a weenie+ass n+gga and start a campfire
she cuff b+lls and spit for me like an umpire
she in here gaggin’ on the d+ck until her throat tired
i can make a b+tch commit adultery from the church choir
the preacher know how to turn sinner ’cause i’m a great liar
it take sunlight and garlic just to k!ll me, i’m a vampire
chanel ‘fit, i’m sharp enough to cut barbed wire
i feel like john garnеtt, you n+ggas esquire
come and havе dinner at my crib and leave inspired
got a picasso on the wall that you can admire
i used to be a drug dealer, now i’m an art buyer
we turn cups indigo, the pape’ sapphire
if you ain’t got a dub for my performance, then don’t inquire
i’m finna mount a sentry gun on top the trx
was countin’ dog sh+t, i started growlin’ like i’m dmx (grrr)
i throw ‘bows and strong arm, i should flex the pecs
i’m pourin’ trish with my mud buddies, we talk bags and checks
i don’t pay this b+tch bills, we just havin’ s+x
you gotta be half giraffe if we neck and neck
she ain’t a fairy, she fiona, you must be shrek
i seen the type of hoes you hit and i lost respect
the smoke all up in the room, then diddy freak offs
we can go case for case, n+gga, and have a sell+off
leave a n+gga ass backwards like kris kross
a n+gga tried to run from that b+tton and knocked cheek off
[interlude]
you want some kool+aid?
bring him two glasses of kool+aid
grape or raid?
red

[verse 2: cash kidd]
tss
tuh
ha
ha
tss, ayy
yeah, boyfriend pimpin’+ass n+gga mad his ho hoeing, huh
she say she hate your trickin’+ass, i told her prolong it
milk every dollar out that geek, i need that grey sweater
since i know the feds d+ck suckin’, i’ve been way fresher
with your b+tch, got her weave bowing like she mayweather
when that one thing slip out, i ain’t no straight better, huh
i’m on fanduel juggin’ an nba or nfl
these n+ggas just gettin’ hip, they got a bbl
i know you wanna see me fail, but you a burger, ken and kel
i keep gettin’ chompies off these words like i’m keke’s bail
she wanna hang with a p, call her tinker bell
told that b+tch to get to truckin’, she got her cdls
ho, you is not my other b+tch, don’t call me by my government
your ex’d have no game, that n+gga on punishment
shot a tough n+gga and he died, that was puzzling
i might go to h+ll, i’m happy ’cause my ex+b+tch struggling
ayy, give me top by nuttin’, b+tch, i don’t want filet+o+fish
i’m on six mile and guffton, public ass and takin’ pics
you don’t like how low my f+ckin’ chain hang, then take it then
well known for takin’ off my belt, i feel like jaden smith

- j1hunnit cash kidd lyrics

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